Hi!

I'm so sorry for the delay in updating, I have been so dang busy with work.

But I have some good news for all of you!

1.) This is an extra long chapter for all of you :)

2.) I have a new story out!

By the time you are seeing this, I will have either already released the story, or I am only a few minutes away from releasing it! (I wanted to update this first.) It's a little summer thriller called "Serenity" (not the movie). Here is the description:

In a last ditch effort to save his relationship, Austin Moon convinces girlfriend, Ally Dawson, to spend two weeks on a lake with their best friends to celebrate the start of summer; only to find that a life or death situation will either make or break them.

It's vague, but I hope you read it! I am personally in love, and I think it is one of my favorite ones I've ever written. It's a multi chapter and the first chapter is a long one ;)

Thanks for waiting on me. I won't make you wait any longer. Enjoy!

"Dal, you know I can't go. Tomorrow is the SA – ,"

Dallas fell to the bed with a sigh.

"The SAT's, I know." He pouted. "I just have more fun with you there."

An incredulous laugh fell from my lips. "Dallas, I thought we promised to never lie to one another," I teased, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him.

He turned his head to look at me, a mischievous glint in his eye. Suddenly, my back was trapped against the bed with his body hovering over me. A loving smile dancing across his lips as he stared down at me, bending to lightly brush his lips over mine.

"I couldn't lie to you if I tried," he murmured, nuzzling his face into my neck. "I do have more fun with you."

I smirked, running my hands up his arms and tilting my head to urge his back, leaning up to kiss him properly.

"Well, you could always spend the evening with me and my note cards," I mumbled against his lips.

Dallas hummed in amusement, "I love it when you talk dirty to me." He kissed my forehead.

"But I already promised Max I would go. I'm sorry."

I shrugged "I wouldn't get much studying done if you were here anyway."

He smirked, waggling his brows. "You got that right."

Laughing, I slapped his shoulder playfully before pushing him off me. "Go, have fun. I'll survive a night without you."

Dallas reached, pulling me to my feet with him. Cupping my face, he bent to kiss me deeply, and I leaned into him, wounding my arms around his neck. The kiss left me breathless, and I followed his lips as he pulled away causing him to smile.

"I love you," he whispered, staring down at me as he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I love you."

A snap caused me to blink.

"Hello." Trish snapped her fingers in front of my face again. "Earth to Ally."

I shook my head, wanting desperately to shake the memory away with it.

"Sorry, sorry," I apologized, "I didn't sleep well last night."

I slid the coffee cup across the bar towards her waiting hands before turning to grab creamer from the fridge, feeling Trish's eyes on me as I debated between vanilla or caramel. When settling on vanilla, I faced her again, finding concern.

"That didn't look like lack of sleep," she claimed, ignoring the creamer in my outstretched hand. Her eyes darted over me, and I knew she was taking in the dark circles and tired eyes "What's wrong?"

Forcing a smile, I set the creamer down beside her cup and began spooning sugar into the hot liquid. I stirred it slowly as I stared down at the black coffee, that same memory that had been on repeat since yesterday morning replaying in my head. Closing my eyes, I took in a deep breath.

"I'm just really missing him this morning," I admitted, looking up to see Trish's sad smile.

She reached forward, placing her hand over mine as I chewed my lip, feeling the familiar sting behind my eyes. Blinking rapidly, I turned my hand over, interlocking my fingers with hers. She squeezed gently, watching me silently for a moment.

"Al," she said worriedly, and I shook my head, swallowing the tears successfully.

"I'll be okay," I assured, feeling another wave of exhaustion hit me.

My body was highly aware I needed to be at the gym in thirty minutes, and just the thought of walking out of my apartment was almost enough to make a new wave of tears fill my eyes. There were days I didn't think I could do the simplest task, and today was one of those days; my body begging me to go get back in bed. And I had no doubt that if Trish weren't here, I wouldn't have gotten up.

"Did something happen to upset you," Trish asked softly.

I shook my head, refusing to recall the events of Saturday night.

Trish didn't know about the voicemail. In fact, no one other than myself knew of the voicemail. I hadn't ever been able to admit to hearing the accident, to hearing the moment that Dallas had died. And two years later, I still couldn't bring myself to utter the words.

I knew if I did tell, they would want to hear it. They would ask questions I didn't have answers too and make me talk about feelings I didn't want to decipher. They would hear the tires squeal, his final words, and I couldn't bring myself to do that to anyone else that loved him.

They would also ask what I thought he had wanted to tell me.

And I didn't have a damn clue.

For months after the initial shock, I had made myself sick over what he had wanted to tell me. My mind creating numerous scenarios that would lead to screaming sobs at the painful realization I would never know. And after weeks of feeling as if I were going crazy and scaring the hell out of my parents, I did whatever I could to push it to the back of my mind. But it always nagged at me.

"I just woke up thinking about him this morning," I admitted, and it was the truth.

Saturday night, I had managed to pick myself up from the floor and get around for bed, crying myself to sleep the moment I crawled under the covers before passing out from exhaustion. And when I woke, I found the memory of Dallas and I in my room, only hours before the party, playing in my mind.

And I hadn't been able to shake it since then.

Hadn't been able to shake the fact that he had wanted me there, that I told him to go without me. I could've begged him to spend the night with me, begged him to stay, and I would've gotten my way, like always. He would've stayed if I asked, and that was just another thought that plagued me every single day.

How could I have let him walk out that door? How could I have let him go alone? What kind of girlfriend was I?

Question after question ran through my head, and I was slowly growing angry with myself.

"I'm sorry, I wish there was something I could do."

I sent her a soft smile.

"I'll be okay," I promised her once again, sipping my coffee.

Trish sent me a soft smile. "So, you already know I'm going to ask. How was your session Saturday with Mr. – ,"

I shoot her a glare, effectively cutting off her sentence. She held up a hand, a small smirk lifting at the corner of her mouth.

With a soft sigh, I shrugged, leisurely tracing my finger along the rim of my mug. "It was actually really good. I, um," I bit my lip. "I actually told him about Dallas."

Trish's eyes widened. "You did," she asked in awe, "how in the world did that come up?"

A little chuckle fell from my lips as I smiled sadly. "He asked about my ring." I looked down at it with a little grin. "When I told him about Dallas, he," my grin grew a little more. "He asked me about him, asked what his name was and how we met. None of the 'I'm sorry' shit." I sipped my coffee. "I hadn't expected that from him."

The look on Trish's face was disturbing. With bright eyes and a growing smile, she looked at me as if she knew something that I didn't, and I almost questioned her about it, only deciding against it at the last minute after opening my mouth.

With a raised brow, she waited for me to say something, but I stayed quiet. An odd silence falling over us that lasted longer than it should have.

"You know, I told you something, and now it's your turn to respond," I said, "that's normally how a conversation works."

Trish's smile fell. "Ha, ha," she muttered sarcastically, but sat up a little straighter. "How was it talking about him to someone else?"

I took in a deep breath through my nose, hoping to keep the embarrassment from covering my cheeks. "I cried," I admitted, dropping my forehead into my hand on a sigh, feeling the humiliation return. I didn't have to look at Trish to know amusement crossed her face.

"You cried in front of your hard ass of a trainer."

Without looking up, I flipped her off and she laughed.

"I'm sorry," she said through giggles. "I just can't believe it. What did he do?"

I raised my head slowly. "He was actually really nice about it." I suddenly became lost in remembering the way Austin had been with me. With a listening ear and a comforting touch, the man I met a week ago had urged me to talk about the one person I loved more than anything in the world. And it was insane to think how comfortable I had felt in his presences.

I smiled a little.

"Okay, what was that."

My gaze shot back up to Trish, brows furrowed in question. "What do you mean," I asked, forcing myself to not break eye contact with her. She said nothing for a second, leaning forward with slightly accusing eyes.

"That look on your face," she said slowly, "you smiled."

I laughed, shaking my head. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was a crime to smile."

Trish looked ready to argue with me but decided against it. She just shook her head, finishing off the rest of her coffee before standing.

"Well, I need to get to work, and you," she sang, "need to get to that trainer of yours."

I rolled my eyes.

She rounded the corner, wrapping her arms around me and kissed my cheek. "I love you. You know I'm a call away if you need me. Thanks for the coffee."

I breathed through the bubble of emotion rising in my chest, wondering what I had ever done to deserve the friends I had. Smiling, I returned her kiss, "anytime. I love you, have a good day."

Dull brown eyes stared back at me, moving over the body I lived in - tiny with little to no muscle or meat on my bones and only standing to five' two. My facial structure was defined due my sunken cheeks, and dark pigment peppered underneath my eyes. The tendons in my neck were taut as they connected to my prominent collar bones, and the fitted athletic wear I wore allowed everyone to see my ribs and hip bones jut out.

I sighed, shaking my head at what I saw – at what I hated.

I looked like shit; my hair resting in a messy knot atop my head as I eyed it angrily.

As if the mental hell with Dallas this morning wasn't enough, every insecurity I had joined the guilt and anger in a front row seat.

Shoving my belongings in my locker with little effort, I exited the locker room and made my way across the crowded gym floor. Not bothering to give the slightest acknowledgement to those that waved or looked my way; very bitchy, I know.

Once I was upstairs and opening the door to the first kickboxing room, a little bit of the stress weighing my shoulders lifted.

Austin looked up from his phone, clicking it off as I entered the room, and I shut the door behind me. He looked me over, his gaze faltering on my face as he took a single step toward me but seemed to think better of it and retreated.

I chewed my pursed lips, looking up at him patiently.

His eyes shifted between mine, and I took in a breath of air, letting it rest in my lungs. Vulnerability crept up my spine, and I tore my gaze away, wanting to hide my pain and frustrations.

"Let's get started."

His voice was gruff but left no room for argument, and my body fell into the new rhythm I had created. Detaching myself from my mental state as I completed each circuit Austin threw at me, not allowing myself to linger on one thought for too long. My body worked on autopilot, and through it all, I knew Austin was watching me closely.

"Okay," he said after ending the first part of the workout. "Let's add boxing pads."

I raised a brow but didn't say anything. He walked towards the wall, picking up two identical pads that he slid onto his hands. Coming to stand in front of me, he held them level at his chest.

"I want you to do your combinations, but I'm going to be moving with you. This is going to teach you defense instead of offense. You'll hit, block, duck when I swing." My eyes widened a bit. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hit you. We will start off slow, and you'll find your groove quicker than you think. You'll get faster and faster the better you get."

I nodded.

"Make sure to keep your eyes on my hands but use your peripheral to study movements everywhere else. You'll learn the signs of my body, which leg I lean towards more, what I do before I strike, ectara."

With a deep breath I nodded again.

"Alright, do your first combination."

My first combination consisted of just my hands, and once I landed my final punch, Austin's left arm jutted out and towards my head. I ducked at the last second, the edge of the pad grazing the top of my head, and I straightened, wide eyed.

"Not going to hit me, my ass."

He rolled his eyes, a small smile playing at his lips. It had been the first thing I had said to him all morning, and even I had found it a little comical.

"I didn't hit you, now did I?"

"Almost," I mumbled begrudgingly, stepping back into position.

The next combination had a kick, but I decided to switch legs last second, causing Austin to barely block it. He stared at me in surprise before shaking his head.

"Okay, Dawson. We'll dance."

Over the next few minutes, I decided on random combinations and creating some of my own to throw. I found that Austin favored his left arm instead of his right and bent his right knee before swinging while I was apparently easy as hell to read because he blocked every kick and punch. But luckily, I was able to avoid every swing Austin took at me in return.

On my final combination, my shin connected with his upper thigh, shocking Austin enough to take a step back, and I let out a joyous laugh. Pumping my fist in the air, I stuck my tongue out at him, and he shook his head, a large grin taking over his face.

Before I knew it, the soft center of the pad connected with the side of my head as Austin gently swung his right arm out, taking me by surprise.

My mouth popped open as a bit of hair fell into my eyes.

"Hey," I exclaimed, trying my best to move the hair with my wrist due to the boxing gloves strapped to my hands. I puffed my cheeks, blowing upward, but the strands just fell back in my eyes to no avail.

Austin smirked, letting his arms fall to his sides and the pads fall to the floor. He took a step towards me, reaching up to brush the strands away with the tips of his fingers. The smile on my face faltering when he looked between my eyes again, only this time, seeming to like what he saw as his smirk turned into a soft smile.

"Can't say I've ever had a newbie kick me before," he admitted, and my brows shot up in surprise. "Don't get too excited about it. I was taking it easy on you."

I glare up at him playfully and before he could block it, I landed a gentle punch against his cheek with the pad of the glove. He glowered down at me, and if there wasn't the smallest tilt at the corner of his lips, I would've backed away.

I waggled my brows, a cocky smirk on my lips as I shrugged a single shoulder. "Just admit you aren't as good as you –," Before I could finish my sentence, Austin kicked his leg out and wrapped it behind my calf, causing my back to hit the mat.

I stared up at the ceiling, stunned. And then I was laughing, uncontrollably.

Austin face appeared in my line of sight with nothing but raised brows and amusement written across his features, and I could hear his own laughter through my own; deep and rich. I pressed a glove over my abdomen, closing my eyes as I took in deep breaths to fight against the giggles. Bending down, Austin helped me sit up, and I pushed back at him the best I could with the boxing gloves, little laughs still falling from my lips.

"You jerk," I scolded, half-heartedly as the laughter subsided.

He shrugged and began undoing the wraps around my wrist. "Prepare yourself if you are going to talk smack, Dawson. I didn't make the rules."

"That's not even boxing," I protested, but he ignored me, removing the gloves and tossing them towards the wall before pulling me to my feet.

When my eyes found the mirror, the same girl as before stared back at me with eyes a little lighter and shoulders a little higher. But the thoughts from before were still there, picking apart every little piece of me.

"Stop looking at yourself like that."

I looked up to find Austin's stern gaze pointed directly at me from where he organized equipment, and I frowned. I didn't understand. He dropped the gloves in his hands and took a few steps towards me.

"Stop criticizing yourself," he demanded softly, staring down at me with an intensity that made my stomach lurch.

I fought to keep my chin up, determined to show him that, that wasn't what I had been doing. But the lie had to have been written all over my face; it was what I had been doing all morning, hell, all weekend.

"Was that what was bothering you this morning."

His voice was softer now, and I could hear the curiosity along with a hint of desperation.

I shook my head, dropping my gaze to the floor. "I wasn't criticizing myself," I lied, "and I just didn't sleep well last night." Another lie. And neither of them one good ones, apparently.

His fingers gripped the underside of my chin gently, tilting my head up to meet his eyes. "I don't do well with lies, Ally." His voice wasn't harsh, or even accusing, just simply informing. "If you don't want to tell me, just say so, but you came in here this morning looking like you haven't slept in two days and were pissed off at the world."

Suddenly, a surge of anger stronger than this morning erupted in my stomach, and my eyes hardened into a glare as I pulled my chin from his grasp.

"I'm fine," I said, a little harsher than I intended.

The anger didn't dwindle, and the more I stared at him, the angrier I got. Angry that he was asking a question I didn't want to answer. Angry that he knew from a single look at me that I had been a wreck for the past two days. Angry that he knew exactly what I was thinking while studying myself in that mirror. Angry that he knew all the right words to say when I told him about Dallas.

When I turned to pick up my phone and water bottle, Austin caught my wrist, and I froze. I whirled to face him, expecting to see his own anger, but found nothing but understanding.

And that only pissed me off further.

I closed my eyes, forcing a deep breath through my nose and pulled my wrist from his hold.

Austin stared down at me with an expectancy, and I shook my head with a shrug of my shoulders. His gaze hardened, and I was surprised to find that I didn't shrink but straightened. I wasn't sure what he expected from me, but all I knew was that the high from the workout had faded quickly and everything from earlier was wrapping itself around me again.

And I hated that it had to be in here, in front of him. Because I was beginning to spiral, and heavy disappointment settled in my stomach at a devastating realization that this wasn't going to work either.

"You can either walk out of here pissed off," he stated easily, "or you can slow down and talk to me. Clearly, something is wrong."

I bit the inside of my cheek, and shook my head, refusing to put my shit onto him. Not only did I barely know him, but he was the one person who didn't have to see this, he was one person I didn't want to see this.

"Ally."

I couldn't do this. Anger sizzled in my chest so intense it was becoming uncomfortable, and my mind began racing. Between the voicemail, my last moments with Dallas replaying in my mind, and feeling as if I had nothing to offer to the world, I felt as if the last thing I could was sit and talk.

"Does this have something to do with you telling me about Dallas on Saturday?"

With a stiff breath, I shook my head quickly, and he nodded. A silence fell over us, and I looked towards the floor. I didn't want to talk, but I didn't want to leave either. Honestly, the only thing I wanted to do was put the gloves back on and take my frustrations out on the bag. But I could already feel my muscles aching and Austin had a client in less than an hour.

"Go grab your coat."

My head snapped up, and I stared at him incredulously. "What," I asked, uncertain if he was kicking me out for good or if he just wanted me to leave for today. I had wanted to leave only minutes ago, but him wanting me to created a tunnel of hurt that coated my throat as I swallowed.

Austin didn't say anything, just turned and made his way to the little office in the far corner. And when he stepped in, he stepped out only a few seconds later sporting a hoodie in one hand and his office keys in the other.

"Go grab your coat," he ordered again, stepping towards the door. He opened it, motioning me out before stepping onto the landing behind me. And before I descended the stairs, I turned to look at him.

"What are you doing?"

His expression seemed bored as he stared down at me, and if I didn't know any better, I thought he might would push me down the stairs. But he just turned me around, nudging my shoulder gently forward causing me to take the first step.

Austin followed me to the locker room where I grabbed my coat, sliding it over my arms and walking out to find Austin speaking with Kira. She was nodding, typing away on the keyboard, and when I began passing the counter, Austin tapped his knuckles before trailing behind me and out of the gym doors onto the streets of Littleton.

"Austin, what the – ,"

"You didn't seem ready to talk, and I don't trust you to go to work," he admitted, and my head snapped towards him with a glare. "Don't look at me like that. Something is clearly wrong, and if you aren't going to talk about it, then we will walk until you do."

"What are you, my damn therapist," I mumbled beneath my breath, and began tucking my hands in my pockets as we walked before Austin grabbed my elbow, pulling me to a direct stop.

"No," he clipped, that familiar edge from our first meeting reappearing. "I'm not your therapist. For all intent and purposes, I'm your trainer who just cancelled my next session and am standing in twenty-degree weather with you because I don't trust the look on your face."

My breath hitched as his face grew closer to mine, his warm breath fanning across my cold nose as he glared down at me. And a part of me wanted that anger to remain, to shove him away and reject his help, but it was replaced with guilt.

Running my tongue over my teeth, I carefully took a step back, looking up at him with soft eyes. "You didn't need to cancel your session, Austin. I'm fine, I promise. I just had a shitty weekend." My admission was careful, my voice barely loud enough for him to hear over busy streets.

"I'm not asking if you are fine." He released my elbow. "I'm telling you to talk."

This man was infuriating; but as he stared down at me with raised brows, I couldn't help but shake my head with a little smile. It had been a long time since someone had forced me to talk. If it had been anyone else, they would have let me walk out the door with my claiming I was fine.

With a soft huff, I turned to continue walking down the street with a call over my shoulder, "can we at least get coffee?"

Austin

I should be working.

Not walking the track in one of Littleton's most popular parks with Ally Dawson strolling beside me, sporting a little glare and a redden nose along with an attitude that had only grown in the last hour and a half.

But here I was, watching her sip her coffee as she watched me, our feet moving in time together as we done yet another loop around the park's pond.

The moment she entered the room this morning, I knew something was up. She looked miserable and on the verge of tears, and I hadn't the slightest clue what could have happened since Saturday that made her look like that.

Then through the session, she seemed okay; easier. She had enjoyed the boxing pads and managed to catch me by surprise a few times. I had heard her laugh as I knocked her to the ground, and it was effortless.

But when her eyes found herself in the mirror, the look on her face was terrifying. And I hadn't been lying when saying I didn't trust her. I didn't trust her to not go home and shut out the world, forget her responsibilities, and fall back into a place I know she's had to have been multiple times before.

An emotion swirled deep within my chest, one that I hadn't felt in years, and it faltered my steps.

Ally turned, eyeing me over her cup with dark eyes, and the annoyance on her face was enough motivation to push away my own feelings. I shot her a fake smile, and she snorted, turning around to continue her walk.

I knew what she was doing. It was ten below fucking freezing, and the infuriating girl was waiting me out, seeing if I would give up. But between the two of us, she clearly underestimated the one that could dance around the ring for hours without throwing a single punch.

And I knew she was wearing. Her cheeks were growing redder by the minute, her fingers kept clenching in an effort to keep warm, and when she wasn't sipping her coffee, her teeth were chattering. And I should have felt bad, but she was the one making herself suffer by keeping her mouth shut.

"You know," I chimed, "the sooner you tell me what's up, the sooner you can go get warm."

She shot me a glare.

"You know," she mocked, "if you would just leave me alone then you could go get warm."

I laughed, bringing my cup to my lips and sipping the warm beverage. I was at least eighty pounds heavier with lean muscle whereas hers was nonexistence; between the two of us, it sure as hell wouldn't be me breaking first.

"I'm not the size of a middle schooler," I retorted, and her hand shot out, extending her middle finger in my direction.

My face remained neutral, watching as she dropped her hand and finished off the rest of her coffee before throwing her cup into a garbage bin in passing. She stopped, admiring a squirrel as it stopped only inches from her feet, looking up at her with pleading eyes. Ally stuck out her bottom lip, holding her hands out, "I'm sorry bud, I don't have anything." And as if the squirrel understood, he turned, running towards the trees in the distance.

I shook my head on a silent laugh, watching as Ally wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing them. With a raised brow, I waited. And when she turned around, her shoulders dropping while staring at me in defeat, I smirked in victory.

"Why does this matter so much to you?"

That smirk dropped along with my stomach, and I tongued my cheek, staring at her in silence. My head spun, looking for an answer, but I couldn't come up with a damn thing – not even a bullshit excuse. So, I did what I did best, lifted my shoulders before letting them drop.

She let out a huff, her glare faltering along with the attitude, and she took a seat on a bench. When I joined her, her hands fell to her lap and she stared down at them, wringing her fingers.

"What if I'm not ready to talk about it yet," she whispered, her voice cracking marginally, and I breathed deeply through my nose. The last thing I wanted to do was push her further than necessary, and whatever was bothering her clearly wasn't something she could handle talking about aloud.

"Okay," I nodded, "can you at least tell me something?"

Ally tilted her head to the side, pondering the question, and when her brows raised, I waited.

"Have you ever felt stuck?"

I eyed her for a moment. "Stuck," I asked, and she turned her head, her eyes meeting mine.

"Yeah," she whispered, "stuck."

I nodded, tracing the edge of the wooden bench in silence. "Yeah, whenever I gave up boxing after the incident, I didn't know what was next. All I knew was the ring and once I quit, it was terrifying."

For the first time today, her eyes lit up, only slightly, and she turned her body towards me, her knees knocking with mine. I watched her eyes flicker between my own and she ran her tongue over her teeth before speaking again.

"I feel stuck," she admitted quietly, "all I knew was Dallas. We had all of these plans, I spent nearly every day with him, and when he died, I – ." Her breath hitched.

"You lost a piece of you."

She looked away from me, over my shoulder and towards the pond before nodding.

"I don't know what's next for me." Her voice was dangerously soft, almost as if she didn't want me to hear it, but I did. "I feel like nothing is working. I still have all this anger and pain that I can't get to go away, and I'm beginning to think this is how it's always going to be. This morning, I felt like this stupid kickboxing thing isn't even going to work."

I lifted my hand, the tip of my index finger connecting with her chin, turning her attention towards me.

"I'm not living," she said, her eyes directly on my chin as she chewed her lip, sadness filling her eyes.

"You have to take a leap." Her eyes found mine, curiosity slowly replacing the pain. "You are still living in a world where your goals, your dreams were something you shared with someone who is no longer here."

Ally's eyes closed, a single tear falling down her cheek, and I brushed it away.

"You have to live for yourself now," I whispered, a silent plea behind my words. "It's okay to miss him, but at some point, you have to carry on with your life." I pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Somewhere inside of you is a girl that exists without Dallas, you just have to find her."

Her bottom lip trembled, "I don't know how. How do I do that when I should have been with him?"

My body moved without my permission, my hand moving to cup her cheek, her cold flesh against my warm palm, heart skipping a beat in my chest at her words. Her eyes fluttered closed, her body leaning into my touch.

"You can't change the past, Ally, all you can do now is live for him," I encouraged softly, and her brown eyes opened to find mine again. "Live for him because you get to live a life he will never get too."

With a tight chest, I let my gaze travel over her. And for a moment, I wonder what it felt like to be Dallas, to experience a part of her before pain and grief – to be loved by her. With that foreign feeling clouding my judgement, the next words slipped from my mouth with a sincerity I had never possessed.

"There isn't a doubt in my mind that he would want that for you."

What did you guys think!

I hope to have the next chapter up as soon as I can! I'm starting school tomorrow, so, I'll be a bit more busy than usual.

Thanks for reading!

-meg